Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.